In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

domingo, 27 de novembro de 2011

They were long a lot, but here we are very patient, we knew that they would come, that they would not miss the last encounter of the life


The death is as those rulers that transform the power in graves for in them to bury the uncomfortable corpses that just said in life what felt, the truth. The dictator exercises because with extraordinary efficiency the dictatorship of the death.

Our dear beings continually shaky space, in the ballad of the eternal destiny. And we thereabout walked, always in the attempt of the escape of the inevitable encounter. And them there on the other side they always waive it us, they invite her us to the great party of the commemoration of the immortal encounter. And we refused, and we verified him how the years are so brief. And we began the preparation of the luggage, and the train already gets ready. He arrived our hour, and resigned we left, and on the other side the voices are heard stronger, closer, and father and mother happily as in a blessing of gratitude: They were "long a lot, but here we are very patient, we knew that they would come, that they would not miss the last encounter of the life. Good, finally and this time forever the family is gathered. In the death all together ones will stay. Welcome to the eternal paradise, where who enters in him, never of him he leaves."

domingo, 20 de novembro de 2011

Will it be that the love and loving anybody, is an action of international terrorism also already?!


I move for the mazes of the kept apart time, among so many words and anything of politicians notable that already discords to hear me, no longer I feel them, I see them as in another dimension, this time is again in evolution and revolution. That more thing without sense: is it spoken about everything and more some thing, and the love that they did her? Will it be that the love and loving anybody, is an action of international terrorism also already?!
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quinta-feira, 17 de novembro de 2011

The Republic of the a hundred thousand dollars


Until the fúnji they stole me

I am corrupt!
Here is the built homeland
enclosed, electrified, armed, without moonlight
Oh! This spectacular Luanda
of million of having spoiled
in home prison

I am corrupt!
Glorious, eternal and blessed dictatorship whose people
buried illiterate.
The independence still didn't arrive
who usurped her?!
A handful
of daggers treacherous slave traders
sold to the foreigners by some moneys

And who this to denounce
a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay
Or a year of prison will be hit
And they have dogs Pitbull
that they eat children
how to know

I am corrupt!
No longer in the surplus a piece of our earth
The independence of the corruption arrived
but it still didn't finish
Nor in the streets we can move ourselves
because a safety is going us
to question and to threaten
I am in the poverty, without country
without to know that did
To steal some thing of the petroleum
that I also spoiled
I am really a zero
Electricity, water, marries, health, job
only for who bought Angola
plus the foreigners than they govern us
It is still fake elections that we already know
they are electoral frauds that beforehand
we already expired

And who this to denounce
a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay
Or a year of prison will be hit
And they have dogs Pitbull
that they eat children
how to know

I am corrupt!
Until the banana, the peanut, the jimboa
the fúnji stole me
Do they steal me, thieves are not?!
And me when I steal
they throw me to kill!

They freed everything but they forgot
of freeing the people
That he shows and it denounces
the corruption
They have white banks
that they spoil us, they kill us!
And the dam of Kapanda doesn't have enough capacity
to supply Luanda
but potency doesn't lack him
to supply the corruption
Nobody is not arrested
while the military committee
to enslave us
The water is also to decrease
and it will end, to lack
The final moment approaches
tumbling
The clamor of the people
he is in the air

I am corrupt

And who this to denounce
a hundred thousand dollars will have to pay
Or a year of prison will be hit
And they have dogs Pitbull
that they eat children
how to know